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4 ~ Memories ~ 3

Part 3 of Where is She?

It's been two months since I updated last😅 (July 8).
(Wattpad definitely needs some new content though.)

I can't believe I started writing this part to the mini-series almost a year ago. (I didn't even realize that until I opened this again to put the finish date in.)

Started: September 18, 2020
Finished: September 4, 2021

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Previously:
"Who?" he asks. I turned to him with confusion, assuming he didn't hear me.

"Emma, our daughter."

His eyes widened. "Our what?! Wait, we what!?"

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What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? He doesn't remember. He doesn't remember our daughter. "Ricky, what do you mean?" I ask slowly, walking back to sit next to him.

"I mean... since when did we have a kid?" He can't be serious... can he?

"You... you don't remember Emma?" I say, tears brimming my eyes.

"I'm sorry, no."

"What's the last thing you remember?" I ask.

He's silent, thinking for a second. "I remember us talking about having kids, but I don't remember actually having one."

I quickly wipe my tears, hearing footsteps outside the room. "The good news is that you do indeed get to go home tomorrow morning. Assuming all is fine."

"Well, there is one thing. He doesn't seem to remember the last... five years of his life," I say slowly and sadly.

Dr. Fox walks over to Ricky, paper and pen ready. "How old are you?" she asks him.

"30," he answers.

I shake my head. "He's 35."

Ricky looks at me confused. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, bubs, I'm sure," I chuckle a little.

"Where do you live?" she asks, taking note of his last answer.

"185 West Main Street," he mumbles.

"Yeah, that's right. We bought that house shortly before finding out I was pregnant. Well, before it burned down. My moms are allowing us to stay with them until we find a new place," I explain. Dr. Fox nods her head, and Ricky still has a confused look on his face.

"Our house burned down? Is that how I ended up here?" I nod at him.

She asks a few more questions before standing up. "The good news is that it was only a minor concussion meaning there's a higher chance his memories will come back. Unfortunately, memory recovery is just a waiting game. I can't tell if or when they'll return."

"Thank you for all that you've done." She walks back out, and I'm left confused.

What am I gonna do? When he comes home, how will he react to seeing Emma? She's not going to understand that he doesn't remember. "Ricky, what's the last thing you remember? And please think hard about this," I plead.

He does, and after a while, he says, "I remember buying our house and moving a bunch of furniture in. The very last thing would be when EJ dropped a lamp on my foot." I laugh at the memory but start thinking about how long ago that was.